Troy felt a wave of memories forming in her head as the woman finished speaking.
Sophie. That was her name. Or that wasn’t Troy’s name. That was her name. It was confusing. Troy’s memories were still dominant. Troy’s name was still Troy. But he also felt Sophie’s memories as well, almost as though he was an observer who had watched her life from afar.
Troy remembered the first day she met her owner. He was a tall human with brown hair and a… face. The images of him were all fuzzy, as though Sophie never really paid much attention to how he looked, though she could very clearly picture his smell.
Sophie remembered being in the house and backyard. Being taken on walks around the neighborhood which, from Sophie’s perspective, pretty much encompassed her entire world.
She remembered her owner coming home with a large, two legged dog that smelled funny. Sophie was confused at first. She had tried to play with the dog but it never played back. It never even moved. It just sat in the center of the living room and, before long, Sophie came to understand that it wasn’t a real dog. She didn’t know what it was, but she didn’t care.
She also remembered that this wasn’t her first litter. Last green time – Sophie didn’t seem to understand time as much as seasons – she’s been mated by a strong smelling German Shepard that her owner had taken her to see. A few months later she had given birth – the memory of that was strong and… painful.
Sophie remembered laboring for hours on her side as the lead puppy slowly made its way down. Only once she had gotten it out did the rest follow, with each thankfully coming down quicker than the last. Sophie remembered being very thankful for that.
She remembered nursing her puppies for a few weeks. She remembered them fighting for space on her stomach. She remembered them licking at her teats, her milk flowing into their mouths. She remembered being happy.
She remembered strangers came and took them away. She remembered being sad.
But then the leaves began falling from the trees and all she could think about was that German Shepard from before. About having him on her back. Being fucked by him. Having his cum shoot into her belly. His knot locking him inside. Then afterwards, licking up the cum that leaked out. She could distinctly remember the taste. It tasted like he smelled. It tasted good.
Troy was brought back to the present as he felt RK slide the Book of Transmutation out from under her.
“Well Troy… no… Sophie,” RK said with a sneer, “It could have been worse.”
He gestured towards Rusty, who was now how Sophie remembered him – in the center of the living room and in a much more dignified pose.
“At least you can move.”